AN: Hey everyone! So I'm back, sorry about that long hiatus. A new chapter of ASC will be up veeerrry soon, I promise! But for now, here's a sneak peak of a story I might elaborate on or continue with later. Let me know what you think? Should I continue with it or just drop it? It'll be a fiction story that ties in teen romance and high school stuff, super fun Let me know! As always, I love you guys!

"See you later," I told her and began walking away with my bike, swinging my leg over the side and hoping up onto the pedals, pushing off towards the light. I didn't dare look back behind me, at the Chevy truck that was now pulling out of the parking lot and off in the other direction. It would've been too much. I wondered, though, if he'd cared or not that I hadn't said goodbye. That I hadn't asked for a ride; that I'd just taken off. I'm sure he didn't, not anymore. Once, just weeks ago, I had a gut feeling he might have cared, but there was no longer any trace of that.
I tried to push those thoughts out of my head as I came up to the light, pressing my palm against the cool metal surface of the crosswalk button, hearing a little beep go off that signaled it knew I was waiting to cross. I kept my gaze straight ahead, but it was hard not to notice as the very same Chevy truck pulled up to the light. He was sitting in the driver's seat, sunglasses on of course, with music playing from the radio. I felt my heart pound in my chest, and swore for a moment that everyone from here to China could hear it loud and clear. I kept sneaking quick glances at him, although I'm sure he barely noticed since he had a friend in the passenger seat. At least it wasn't her. I don't know what I would've done if it was her.
At the sign on the other side of the street showed the white person walking, signaling my turn to cross as well, I pushed up on the pedals, eyes focused straight ahead. Every instinct in my body was telling me to look, to say something, to question him right then and there why he was doing this to me yet again, for the second time. But I didn't. I kept right on riding, right past him and all the unanswered questions in my mind. I'm not sure if he looked at me or not. If he hadn't, if he'd made up his mind that this summer was going to end exactly like last summer, then I guess I'd play along, just like last time. I'd fall into the silent, stranger-like greetings we'd had during school hours. How we'd act as if we hadn't stayed up into the late hours of the night talking about anything and everything through the phone practically every night that last summer. How every time he looked at me, or said my name, or smiled at me, I'd act as if it didn't make my heart melt and fall for him all over again. No, two could play at this game, and I wasn't about to get left in the dust, clueless, like last time.